Mannfred
Genestealer
The Exile
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Post by Mannfred on Nov 14, 2009 18:33:35 GMT
Thraxis has been a flourishing planet for years. Churning out a multitude of foodstuffs for 3 centuries. Such a planet has been located by a tyranid splinter fleet for it's richness in bio-mass. The local defenders have sprung up ready for defence. But moral is high as this planet is home to one of the imperiums greatest weapons...
[profile to come when I see what I'm up against. Eg if super fighter then lictors for ambushing his squad etc.]
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Post by barkblast334 on Nov 15, 2009 5:19:16 GMT
Hmm...maybe. Yes.
Here is my character, he's an upgraded flayed one.
Name: Vaevictus
Species: Necron
Unit Type: Flayed One
Weaponry: Claws, Electrocution (weakens me, but can kill an enemy if used for long enough (i.e. about 3-5 seconds), with this I can electrocute my grappling hooks or my claws)
Equipment: Grappling hook launchers on vambraces. Infrared, ultra-violet and normal vision modes. Enhanced targeting software. DOESN'T WEAR FLAYED SKINS.
Personality: One evil (please do not swear)...however no longer possessed by the C'tan and is independent.
Specialties: Close-combat. Jury-rigging new equipment, such as making repairs to self.
Other: Mighty pissed. Veteran of The Horrors of Taluthri V and the Death of Kazavok Prime.
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Vaevictus clawed his way from the stony cliffs, which rather suddenly sprouted a mechanical, black, clawed arm. More of his body emerged, and soon he stood, hanging by his claws, on the edge of the cliff-face. He pulled one arm out, aimed at a tall tree nearby, and fired. A grappling hook shot into the leaves, and a soft 'thunk' was heard. The line started to retract, pulling Vaevictus with it.
He landed softly on the ground, scattering a few leaves. Looking around, he saw a Tyranid warrior, along with several broods of gaunts. He opted to avoid them for now, and try to see what help he could find on this agri-planet.
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Post by Esiphas on Nov 15, 2009 9:55:03 GMT
name- inquisitor skartor
Species: human
Unit Type: inquisitor
Weaponry: Meltagun and poweraxe.
Equipment- camoflague long coat. this changes as he moves through enviornments. also carries frag, krak and melta bombs, a sileced bike andany inquisitors tools he may carry.
Personality:hails from the planet Spanyar. has a habit of turning up unexpectedly. also likes to arrest people, so looks for any oppertunity to do so.
Specialties: close combat, stealth and finding faults in others.
skartor sped out of the city at high speeds. he sped up towars the small rockslide, then spotted the tyranids. he sped at full speed. as he approached, a slot on the bike side opened and skartor ook his axe out of the slot. he jumped off of his bike, which crashed into alot of gaunts, flattening them. skartor drew his mltagun, shot one warrior in the head killing it dead, and bringing his axe dwn on anothers head, cutting right throuh it.
he landed ont the ground, bringimg hisa ake round, cutting the last warriors legs out, the he jammed a meltabomb into the creatures mouth. he picked up his bike, and drove after the last tyranid gaunts, whiolst the meltabomb blew the warriors head apart.
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Post by barkblast334 on Nov 15, 2009 12:48:33 GMT
A sudden thwackin sound on the back of his back made him turn, then before he knew it he was flying, spinning through the air as his bike was taken from underneath him. A metallic form stepped out of the sparsely forested area, and he realised it as a Necron. It's eyes changed colour briefly, then a grappling hook retracted into a vambrace on it's wrist. It tilted it's head slightly, and spoke in a rusty, dry, rasping voice. "Who are you?"
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Post by Esiphas on Nov 16, 2009 17:49:55 GMT
i am inquisitor skartor, fiend.(puts his hand to his holster)
you shall not need know it though! as he shouts he draws his meltagun and blasts at the necron, melting an arm joint.
ooc-you can regenerate cos u are a necron, u use old suff.
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Mannfred
Genestealer
The Exile
Posts: 92
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Post by Mannfred on Nov 16, 2009 18:26:38 GMT
Name: none
species: lictor
equipment: claws, scything talons, flesh hooks and feeder tendrils.
Personality: likes to sneak up and generally be stealthy (is very good at it)
Elsewhere an imperial outpost is lazing in the evening sun. The tyranids had only made planet fall on the other side of the agri-world. These gaurdsmen are here to tally of the reinforcement sent to aid the defenders. A lictor (soon to own it's repuatation as "the stalker" is creeping up tonthis base. It brushes past a sentry and stands still. It surveys it's options and promptly scales the bastion's Walls. The gaurdsman on top doesnot even to have time to scream before his brains assimilated. Some human asks the deceased man to pass a cirgarette, screaming when he sees the dead body. He gets finished but the rest of hears and comes running. 15 minutes later the stalker walks away from the base. It had gained the information it had needed from the dead defenders. It knew what and where this planet held it's great weapon.
(you can make it up yourself. Some necron voidy thing Taken by imperials or somehing...)
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Post by barkblast334 on Nov 17, 2009 0:45:41 GMT
OOC: please use punctuation and grammar, Ampithere.
Skartor found himself lifted into the air and thrown. Damn, that Necron moved fast!
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Post by CephaSquiddy on Nov 17, 2009 2:06:28 GMT
Name: Nyzizlon
Species: Eldar
Unit Type: Ranger
Weaponry: Long Rifle, Shuriken Pistol, A *very* special knife.
Equipment: A helmet (which he never takes off), ranger cloak, food and water, more ammo.
Personality: Always calm. He never shows his face, always keeping it hidden with his helmet and hood. He raley speaks. He doesn't have a squad and doesn't even keep in touch with the Eldar. He is very intelligent and a loner.
Specialties: Long range shooting. Loading really fast . Knife fighting.
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Nyzizlon noticed a strane human under attack by a mad looking Necron. Nyzizlon loaded his Long Rifle and hit a head shot. The Necron vanished from Nyzizlon's sight, and appeared right behind him. Nyzizlon managed to fend off the Necrons claw with his knife. The Necron disappeared from his sight in a flash. Nyzizlon knew he would come back, so he stayed on alert there after. He sniped some Gaunts and warriors, and then reloaded his rifle.
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Post by Father Nurgle on Nov 17, 2009 2:37:07 GMT
Name: Mirthra
Species: Dark eldar haemonculi (female)
Weaponry: power scissor hand, stinger, destructor, torture amps, crucible of malediction, slave snares.
Personality: insane (of course), remorseless, evil, curious, inquisitive.
Specialties: torture pain infliction
Squad: 5 mandrakes with poisoned wrist blades.
A webway opened in the middle of the plains outside of one of the cites of the agri world. she was in front of the city and behind her was an escarpment. up on top the sounds of battle were heard. Mirthra had wanted experiments to test new poisons on, the fighting up top would supply her some... so she started to climb the massive cliff wall. when she got to the top she peered her head up and saw a necron fighting a space marine. "perfect..." she thought as she watched nicely...
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Post by CephaSquiddy on Nov 17, 2009 2:48:31 GMT
Mithra was interrupted after a shuriken almost hit her arm.
"I missed on purpose" Nyzizlon said. "leave skum." And at that Nyzizlon vanished. One of Mirtha's mandrakes fell dead, shot in the head.
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Post by barkblast334 on Nov 17, 2009 2:57:14 GMT
OOC: When did I openly start killing people? Ampithere attacked me first. And I just move fast, no blinding flashes or anything. Just advanced hydraulics.
The Vaevictus turned from Skartor, and looked up at Nyzizlon, and his eyes flickered, changing colours rapidly. He tilted his head slightly, eyeing him, then moved suddenly and rapidly. Before Nyzizlon (damn, that's a mouthful) could even finish reloading his rifle, the Vaevictus was upon him. "Eldar? I thought so. One simple rule...don't fire until fired upon.", he said, then turned, saying again. "I do not kill for the C'tan anymore. I am free of them.", and his arm and head started to reform, repairing themselves. "What is your purpose here, treacherous one?"
OOC: Ask questions not of the Eldar, for they shall give you three answers in the place of one, and not a single one of them good.
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Post by Father Nurgle on Nov 17, 2009 3:40:22 GMT
"not to mention i can see the path of your shots. do not think just because i survived the fall that i would forget how weapons work?" Mirthra said walking into the 10 yard range of the necron and eldar ranger. her poison scissor hand was whirring just in case. "look at this you eldar are pitted up against 2 bitter rivals. both of whom you wish to kill..." she said with a chuckle...
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Post by barkblast334 on Nov 17, 2009 5:11:08 GMT
"One bitter rival, dark one, and that is you. I am not here for revenge against the Eldar."
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Mannfred
Genestealer
The Exile
Posts: 92
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Post by Mannfred on Nov 17, 2009 7:50:53 GMT
The stalker watched patiently, waiting to pick of the survivor. Something was different a out that necron. It looked almost... In allaigence to the eldar. The stalker did not like this.
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Post by Esiphas on Nov 17, 2009 21:21:24 GMT
Skartor snuck away quitly to retrive his bike. he got there just as the necron saw him. he picked up his bike, and "flew" of towards the city. he knew he had no power over the xenos, and his locator had sensed another life form. he went to ready the weapon.
ooc- seeing as this i and imperial world, can i decide what the weapon is? i do after all hapen to be the only imperial character here.
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